I am not a masculine
man.
I deny to fit
into that notion of a man.
I recoil
from what I must become
To prove
that I am enough of a man.
Many tried
to make a man
Of what
they found in me of a man!
Between my
legs lay, for some,
Proof
enough to define me as a man.
Once I was
told by a proud macho man,
“Either you
grow into a manly man
Or you must
a man’s victim become!”
I wilted
and curled into a wimpy man.
Teased for being
the sissy man,
Bullied for
not being a tough man,
I grew up
to remain, for some,
A complete
disgrace to the name of man.
I don’t care
to be accepted as a man
Because
that which confines every man,
I defied; to
breathe my freedom,
